"She has recognized me, but she won't come over to me," I thought. "She seems to be aware of her father's jealousy." It was a painful moment
Presently her fresh, youthful face brightened up. She bent over to two of her girl friends and whispered something to them, and then these threw glances at me. After some more whispering Lucy faced about boldly and stepped over to me
"I beg your pardon. Aren't you Mr. Levinsky?" she asked, with sweet, girlish shyness
"Of course I am, Lucy! Lucy dear, how are you? Quite a young lady!"
"I was wondering," she went on without answering. "At first I did not know.
You did seem familiar to me, but I could not locate your face. But then, all at once, don't you know, I said to myself, 'Why, it's Mr. Levinsky.' Oh, I'm so glad to see you."
She was all flushed and beaming with the surprise of the meeting, with consciousness of the eyes of her classmates who were watching her, and with something else which seemed to say: "I am Lucy, but not the little girl you used to play with. I am a young woman."
"And I was wondering who that tall, charming young lady was," I said. "Lord! how you have grown, Lucy!"
"Yes, I'm already taller than mother and father," she answered
"Than both together?"